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account of his misfortune and his lonely condition was so pathetic that
Mrs. Mackenzie and her daughter put themselves into the Edinburgh
steamer, and rushed to console his sofa. They occupy your bedroom and
sitting-room, which latter Mrs. Mackenzie says no longer smells of
tobacco smoke, as it did when she took possession of your den. If you
have left any papers about, any bills, any billets-doux, I make no doubt
the ladies have read every single one of them, according to the amiable
habits of their sex. The daughter is a bright little blue-eyed
fair-haired lass, with a very sweet voice, in which she sings (unaided by
instrumental music, and seated on a chair in the middle of the room) the
artless ballads of her native country. I had the pleasure of hearing the
'Bonnets of Bonny Dundee' and 'Jack of Hazeldean' from her ruby lips two
evenings since; not indeed for the first time in my life, but never from
such a pretty little singer. Though both ladies speak our language with
something of the tone usually employed by the inhabitants of the northern
part of Britain, their accent is exceedingly pleasant, and indeed by no
means so strong as Mr.
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